
April 9, 2025





Help my impulse, let only the purest emerge, don’t allow me to think, enough pondering has been done here. Rush...

Short piece, written prose. Autumn season, witnessing father's diminishing body, slowing down of faculties, acknowledging a life lived, senior slowly...

I heard about it, you’re crying inside. You won’t let it out so your body does it for you, brings...

When noticing things that fly, vision strives upward, blackbirds shriek, common gray ones flutter on branches, loaded with nutlets. Beyond...

She lay alone again, thought she might cease to be, in the disarray of the unsupported mattress, the humid night,...
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